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we back to mumbai again,, we arrive like 5am and walk around some small streets , direction market. the light changes from dark to sunrise light,, the city starts to awaken. this is the funny part. the people start getting up,, but no,, really. a guy pushes off his blanket,, rolls up his cardboard,, takes a leak. washes his face on the street tap,, then starts work. he well dressed too,, he ignites his fuel burner and starts preparing chai and vada at his chai stand. in half and hour time his stand is surrounded by a mini crowd of men. they too have shirts and troussers. they eat and drink standing. they 2 probably just got up ,, probably neighbours. so we saw how people sleep on streets ,, but not as tramps. go work then sleep on a bench or cardboard,, amazing. so true,, why have a house!!

we go to the closed market to buy some spices to take back. its our last days in india. a man approches us and asks if we are look for black magik or something like that. we ask what is it . then realise its another kind of herb!! however we after the cooking herbs,, that stuff can be dealt wit later. we find the spice man,, he tells us how all his spices are hand grinded,, certainly they do smell amazing, thats for sure. we ask him ”so you grind these spices with your own hands” he says no ,” my wife she does the grinding”. . a wife that grinds.

we then head back to our hosts place up town and go to the krisna temple for some dosa action. one last time.

we pack our stuff and cycle to the airport. how horrifik!! endin a cycle tour wit a flight,, at airport they greet us like super heros,, the arabian airlines are so nice. they dont weigh our bags even tho they are over weight limit and take our bikes for free. we tell them we dont want to dismantle them as that way they wont get thrown around and bust up. so they just push our bike onto the plane. on the plane a gentleman comes on board to hand muz his guitar that he forgot at the somosa bar. we fly to Bahrain where we exchange flights.

20 hours wait at bahrain. on arrival to airport they play the call to prayer on loud speaker,, and play the prayers too. you see arabs start praying in airport, just like that on the floor, in the corner somewhere. in a way it still feels like india,,.

muz and ameile say their byes to each other. feels strange to separate our ways in a putain airport hub. after all this biking especially. ameile is the first to depart, she catchs her flight to paris. muz stays another 10 hours for his flight to athens.